Circle 'round, Returning to Light

by Robin Jellis

When true simplicity is gained,To bow and to bend we shall not be ashamed,To turn, turn will be our delight,Till by turning, turning we come 'round right.

—Adapted from the Shaker song "Simple Gifts" by Joseph Brackett,a lifelong resident of Maine, written in 1848.

 

I recall seeing several robins huddled on branches outside the window—I couldn’t believe it—in February?! Okay, so it was a few years back, but I often think of it at this time. A group of robins is called a “round.” Perhaps this is because robins are considered harbingers of Spring, as the light returns and the seasons change. I like to think of a round as robins’ song, meant to be shared in community. A circle, spiral gathering ‘round to sing and stay warm.

As Kahlil Gibran said, family can be like a bow and a child like an arrow, sent off in a particular direction. Or maybe? Instead of staying the course, the arrow becomes a bird and finds that it has wings to fly wherever it so chooses.

For me, it’s not just a metaphor. Robbins is a family name. I was singing before I could put together a sentence. When I took up the cello (albeit with a different kind of bow!) I became “Robin Jellis the cellist.” How could I mess with that? I found my wings and my own voice playing cello and composing my own music.

The robins’ tree stands outside of where my grandparents lived. Simple Gifts was my grandmother’s favorite song. I loved playing cello and music for them. Now, even with one “broken wing” I persevere. Reminded of my grandparents fierce love, and with the support of community, I am finding my voice again—this time no strings attached.

May we all find our song, trust in the circle of seasons, and gather ‘round to share with one another and stay warm.

Robin Jellis has been a professional cellist and music instructor for more than 20 years, performing with the Bangor Symphony, both Maine State and Portland Ballet Orchestras, jazz ensemble Ocean Sol, Medieval ensemble Trobairitz! and for several different musical theater productions. Robin was a featured composer for the Yarmouth Contemporary Music Days in 2011 and has collaborated with several recording artists and poets, including a 2014 tour in Europe. She has been on the faculty at Waynflete School, 317 Main Street Community Music Center, and the Portland Conservatory of Music.

During the summer of 2016, Robin toured the country playing in several National Parks, including a performance for the Centennial celebration. She was beginning to put together her first CD of original music when she was in an auto accident, leaving her unable to do her work. Called to ministry, with a renewed sense of hope and trusting the change of seasons in her life, Robin is now a student at the Chaplaincy Institute of Maine and a board member for the Abbey of Hope. www.gofundme.com/robinj

A Shamanic Perspective on the Year

by Rev. Jody Breton,

Many of us may have celebrated the New Year with tradition, out with the old and in with the new, New Year’s resolutions and setting intentions for 2019. I never liked New Year’s Eve. I was always sad to say goodbye to the previous year. I’ve given this a lot of thought and have asked for higher wisdom to help transform the energy I held around the turning of the year.

There are varying discussions on whether time may be viewed as a linear progression or cyclical pattern. The turning of the Earth and the associated seasons we know as the passing of time is a cyclical pattern, yet we in our modern everyday view have come to think of time as linear. Our ancestors and ancient wisdom keepers have known since—well, since time began—that existence of all of life from creation to death is a continuum influenced by the cycles and rhythms of the Earth, Sun, Moon, Stars and planets.

I feel the rhythm of the Earth and her celestial landscape. It is this connection with the natural flow of the Earth’s cycles that I embrace so dearly. As I move through the cycles of the seasons I embrace the changes and merge into the flow. I love that the Earth in our Northern Hemisphere is at rest right now. During Spring and Summer my energy becomes entrained with that of Gaia as she is full and bursting with life given by the Sun. Fall marks the shortening of days and lengthening of shadows, of our nights and of dreamtime.

The New Year is not the end. The change of each season holds the richness of experience, wisdom, blessings and connection that I have been gifted throughout the previous four seasons, and which I can take with me into the next. I look ahead into the start of a new cycle through the lens of appreciation and gratitude for my life within the larger cycle of time.

I hope that each of you will find richness in all your yesterdays, todays, and tomorrows. Blessings Be~

Jody Breton is a Shamanic Practitioner and Ceremonialist. She was ordained an interfaith minister in 2011 by the Chaplaincy Institute of Maine. She studied Core Shamanism at the Center for Earthlight Healing and with the Foundation for Shamanic Studies, beginning in 2012. Jody shares her home and cozy practice space in Freeport with her husband and Sam, their feline ambassador. www.essenceofspiritceremonies.com

Earth/Moon photo: NASA/JPL/USGS

Living In The Season: Winter

by Susan Weiser Mason & George Mason,

Here in Damariscotta Mills the lake is frozen solid and expansion cracks groan in the frigid night air. The wind is bitter, and if I to stay out too long I could put my life at risk.

In the world of Five Element Acupuncture every season has an energetic texture that presents opportunities and tasks. What does winter invite, or demand?

When days are short, I secure the evening with a fire, a book, a bath, and going to bed early. There is little excess activity, but then my children have grown. When it gets dark, I’m not inclined to leave the nest. For me, surrendering to the constraint of this season is both comforting and nourishing. As I understand it, winter calls us all to replenish our reserves, and that requires rest and selfcare.

It is during this dark time that, drip by drip, somehow my reservoir starts to get filled up again. I remind myself that I must permit this to occur, knowing winter is foundational to the entire cycle of the seasons. I need patience, for changing gears is not without some resistance, but in the end, I appreciate winter’s embrace and the opportunity to take refuge.

Summer expansion is a well-known phenomenon and not a problem for me. My difficulty arises when I try to live the entire year as though it were summer. To insist on being productive all the time, and filling up every void and silent place is exhausting, especially in January. Depletion need not be the norm. We require adequate reserves. We need gas in the tank! The rest of the year depends on the reservoir we each build up in winter.

Consider the dormancy of trees! What looks like sleep is far more mysterious. It’s closer to a caterpillar’s chrysalis undergoing a wondrous transformation. Something powerful is at work here that’s not immediately apparent, and it’s at work in us, too!

In time, the tree will be coiled and ready for the exuberant surge of Spring. How about us?

Susan Weiser Mason and Traditional Acupuncture are located in Damariscotta Mills/Nobleboro, Maine. She has been practicing since 1986. www.susanacupuncture.com

George Mason, a licensed Five Element Acupuncturist, has a visual arts studio and gallery. www.georgemasonart.com

IMBOLC

May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome and dangerous,leading to the most amazing view.

—Edward Abbey, from Desert Solitaire






by Mark Gallup

Imbolc is a Celtic festival that marks mid-winter. The name is said to derive from “oimelc,” ewe’s milk. In Britain, Imbolc signified the beginning of lambing season. Foxes and other animals start to give birth this time of year too. It is sacred to the Celtic fire goddess Brigit, who some say morphed into the Christian saint.

Yet still there is winter. But in New England there is life in the snow and under it—as the photo shows—waiting to be revealed; voles, moles, and mice are active under the snow leaving trails that are revealed as snow melts. Foxes go to their dens to give birth, seldom leaving for several weeks.

So also in our lives. Deep within us are things that remain hidden or are waiting to give birth. How do we bring this life to light or birth it?

Sometimes we need to “den up” for a time – as a fox does – to give birth and nurture what is being born. For the hidden things, we need to wait until that which covers what seeks to be known melts away. Just like waiting for the end of winter, patience is called for. But the light of the sacred and divine shining within us can warm the den and melt the snow. We simply need to bask in the light.

Look at your own life. What needs birth? What is hidden and needs to see the light?

Den up and spend some time gestating.  Then let the light shine in.

The Rev. Mark Gallup is a Pagan high priest, interfaith minister, spiritual seeker, mystic, and diviner of the Natural World. Mark has been a practicing Pagan for over thirty years. He is a graduate of the College of Wicca and Old Lore as well as being trained in Feri. Mark was ordained in 2013 as an interfaith minister by the Chaplaincy Institute of Maine. Along with his wife, Mary Gelfand, he leads Earth-centered spiritual events and serves as an elder for White Pine Programs in York, ME.

A PoWR-ful Experience

by Myra Robinson,

I’m finding it hard to breathe…

The first week in November 2018, I excitedly attended the Parliament of the World’s Religions (PoWR) in beautiful Toronto. A profound experience for me, as close to 8,000 people from all over the world and different faiths/traditions gathered for a conference dedicated to global understanding, reconciliation, and change—with “The Promise of Inclusion, the Power of Love.”

That first day, I was smudged near a huge teepee, heard Earth wisdom in the Lodge of Nations, and danced to drumming at the Indigenous Opening Ceremony. Then, drawn to the pomegranate altar and plush red pillows, I stumbled upon the Red Tent Temple, a nurturing place of feminine energy. I returned many times that week for rest and spiritual sustenance. I was wowed by a Dharma talk, enlightened by Climate Change discussions, empowered by the Feminine Divine and Women’s Dignity events.

Of many phenomenal speakers, one stands out in my memory… Valarie Kaur, a Sikh leader and lawyer from California. Eight months pregnant, she couldn’t be there in person, so we watched her speech on giant twin screens flanking a massive stage, one that would deliver amazing moments, speakers, musicians, singers, and dancers throughout the week.

Valarie started off saying, “I’m finding it hard to breathe” … (I was concerned she was going into labor!) She wasn’t, but used that springboard to talk about not being able to breathe with all the unrest and political chaos, the radical hatred and darkness in the world. “But what if,” she said, “it is not the darkness of a tomb, so much as the darkness of a womb? What if we are about to give birth to something new? A world filled with Revolutionary Love!”

Cue thousands of us moved to tears and collective sighs! Thank you, Valarie—and PoWR—for reminding us that it’s possible to view the darkness with new eyes, to breathe, and listen to the heartbeat of hope inside us all.

Myra Robinson is a ChIME (2016) ordained Interfaith Chaplain, and an entrepreneur. Her company, AffirMantraTM (which donates 10% of net profits to local charities), is a platform from which she offers “Workshops, Weddings, and Wonder” (think inspired creations: such as clergy stoles, and other artistic expressions), as well as bookings as a public speaker, officiant, group facilitator, teacher, musician, singer, and various clergy services. Rev. Myra currently lends her voice and musicianship to the Portland New Church Interfaith Community and strives to bring an element of Sacred Sound into every endeavor, for the spiritual nurturance and healing of the Earth and all living beings. Go to www.affirmantra.com or Rev. Myra’s AffirMantras on Facebook for more information.

Anxious One

by David C. Weiss

Oh, anxious one,

Do you not sense mein the silent, spacious stillnesslistening for your footfallstoward my beckoning hand.

Is not your heartpillowed on my bosomlike moonlight nuzzledon new fallen snow.

My Beloved,

I am desiresyou are desiring,wellspring of your passion,roar of the lion-childfrom your mouth.

I am firestreaming from your lanternsetting aflame muted candleswithin shrouded hearts.

With the publication of his first collection of poems, A Heart on Fire, Poems from the Flames, David C. Weiss has continued to write poetry. As a member of the faculty of OLLI College at the University of Southern Maine he has offered workshops on poetry writing and the poetry of Western and Eastern Mystics. David earned his Master of Theology and Ph.D. in Pastoral Psychology degrees from Boston University.

Sunrise Yoga



I start my daily yoga practice as the night sky is just beginning to lighten. After building up the fire in the wood stove, I roll out my mat and begin. This moment, before the sun has risen and before the day has built its own momentum, is quiet, solitary and full of potential.

I take a few deep breaths and feel my feet settle on the earth. I am grateful to be awake, in my body and fully receptive to this nascent moment. As I move through a sequence of sun salutations, strokes of color begin to travel across the sky. Oranges, pinks, and reds dance across the clouds and sky in a constantly changing splash of color. I pause for a deep breath and a longer look. With a grateful sigh, a smile, and a light heart, I always return to the yoga practice after a minute or two. After all, I am supposed to be exercising.

Eventually, a rogue thought breaks my concentration and my gaze moves to the window again. A pang of surprise and disappointment sweeps through my body. The sun has risen above the horizon and the brilliant display that had filled the sky just moments before is gone. The beauty cast by the interactions between sun, clouds and earth was not only vibrant and awesome, but also fragile and fleeting. This truth takes me by surprise each and every time it presents itself.

This time, as I turn back to the mat, I sigh a little deeper, regret and longing tugging at my heart. The passing sunrise is a not so subtle reminder of the other blessings and losses that have graced my life. But a new moment has arrived and it requires my attention. In the final poses, I sink in with deep intention. Body, mind and heart come together with strength, clarity and integrity. As I move, I hold lightly to the beauty and the loss of this sunrise and countless other tender moments from past and future. Each pose holds only my body, my breath and the universe’s infinite possibility.

After growing up in small towns of New England and Wisconsin, Lisa developed a strong connection to the affirming rhythms of the natural world while working in the mountains and coasts of Alaska and Washington. She currently lives in an aging farmhouse on the coast of Maine with her husband, two teenage sons, and a handful of animals. Lisa is a student in the Chaplaincy Institute of Maine (ChIME)’s Interfaith Ministry program and the author of, Without A Map: A Caregiver’s Journey through the Wilderness of Heart and Mind. Lisa shares reflections regularly at http://lisa.steelemaley.io/

My Prayer for Peace

By Mary Gelfand.

Earth shall be healed.And all the people that live on the Earth shall be healed.And all the people that live on the Earth shall find peace and be healed.

—Chant from:  “You Are The One,” by Carole & Bren

My prayer for this holiday season is simple. I pray that the Earth—the only home we have—shall be healed. I pray that the water we drink may flow cleanly and freely, that the food we eat shall nourish our bodies, and that the air that we breathe shall be clear and light.

I pray that all the people that live on the Earth shall be healed—not just from disease—but also from the mental framework that leads us to focus on the differences between ourselves and our neighbors instead of the similarities. I pray that we as a nation will unite around meeting the needs of all our citizens, not just the wealthy and not just big business.

I pray that all the people that live on the Earth shall find peace and be healed. I pray for an end to the violence that is daily perpetrated against women, children, animals, the differently-abled, the LGBT community, and all people of color. I pray for an end to the mindless wars in which we find ourselves engaged. I pray for Peace.

My prayer for myself this season and beyond is that I live my life in a manner than enables me to better serve the cause of healing and peace on Earth. What prayers do you make this holiday season?

Rev. Dr. Mary Gelfand is an ordained Interfaith Minister, a gifted teacher, and Wiccan High Priestess. She teaches and writes on the topics of feminist spirituality, Tarot, and Earth-centered spiritual paths. She resides in Wells with her husband Mark, two cats, and a forest full of birds, chipmunks, and other mysteries of life. You can see more of her writings at  weavingthestars.blogspot.com.

Art by Kay Kemp, SpiritWorks4u.com, published in We’Moon 2018: La Luna © Mother Tongue Ink 2017.

There shall a star come out of Jacob…

By Linda Carleton.

There is a promise that comes with the darkness of this season that keeps us going, the reassurance that whatever is going on in our lives and in our world, the light will return. This promise is echoed in the prophecies of the Hebrew Bible, including the title of this Reflectionary, from Numbers 24:17.

This card, based on the Flower of Life, bears the message I’d like to send to all of you:

May the light that arrives with this season fill you and all the world in the year to come.

Linda Carleton is an artist, writer, and spiritual director who divides her time between Chebeague Island and Portland. She is a retired UCC minister and teacher of comparative religions who currently finds her spiritual home in the Episcopal Church. Linda enjoys exploring faith questions and leading workshops on mandala journaling and the Enneagram. Her novel Elmina's Fire is now available at local book stores or Amazon. You can read more of her writing on her mandala blog at lindacarleton.com.

Flower of Life Mandala by Linda Carelton.

Winter Solstice—The Longest Night

By Mary Gelfand.

Winter Solstice is a very sacred event in many faiths—it is the night we celebrate the rebirth of the Sun—a ritual almost universal in human cultures and known by many names. On Dec. 21, here in the northern hemisphere, we observe the shortest day and longest night of the year. Darkness has been increasing noticeably, minute by minute, and the desire to draw inward is reinforced by the cold. Sometimes we wonder if the darkness will go on forever.

The pre-Christian indigenous peoples of western Europe had similar concerns. By late December, the hard work of harvest was finished. Winter Solstice created a time and occasion for extended families and tribal groups to gather for religious rites and celebrations centered around the turning of the solar Wheel of the Year. On the night of Winter Solstice, the energy of increasing darkness slows, pauses, turns . . . and gradually the energy of increasing light begins to manifest. This was deemed worthy of celebration.

As the sun set, the clan gathered on a hilltop for the lighting of the sacred bonfire, which would burn all night. Feasting and dancing followed, and as the night wore on, some returned to their shelters at the base of the hill. Others committed to the holy task of sitting with the fire all night—sacred tenders keeping the flame alive until they could witness the rebirth of the Sun—visible evidence of the Divine promise that life would continue.

May the Solstice fires bless and illumine your world in the coming year.

Rev. Dr. Mary Gelfand is an ordained Interfaith Minister, a gifted teacher, and Wiccan High Priestess. She teaches and writes on the topics of feminist spirituality, Tarot, and Earth-centered spiritual paths. She resides in Wells with her husband Mark, two cats, and a forest full of birds, chipmunks, and other mysteries of life. You can see more of her writings at  weavingthestars.blogspot.com.

Photograph: Almost Solstice by Lindy Gifford

In this season of Advent

By Lori Whittemore.

St Ignatius of Loyola was a Spanish priest and theologian best known for developing Spiritual Exercises, a simple set of meditations for daily reflections and prayers on Biblical Scripture.  It is a template for Christian contemplation.

A lectionary is a timed list of sacred readings. A Christian lectionary is published so that Christian Churches and the clergy that serve them preach the entire Bible over the course of 3 years.

Inspired by these sources, the works shared in the Abbey of HOPE Reflectionary can serve as inspiration for prayer and contemplation. The difference is that Reflectionary is created by authors and artists of differing faiths and spiritualities who share reflections on their own texts, traditions and holidays. In this way, our community is enlightened, inspired and enriched by our own members diverse reflections.

The Reflectionary has been dormant for a few months while the Abbey used its energy and resources to streamline programming and media. In this season of Advent, we are delighted to once again begin bringing reflections from people in our community far and near and we invite you to share your written and artistic inspiration as well. Contact the editor here. Like the cactus that blooms in winter, Reflectionary is flowering again, just as the light and heat diminish.

I am inspired by verse 5 in the 2nd chapter of Song of Songs, sustain me with flowers and apples for I am dying with love. In the late days of fall here in Maine, while I am still feasting from the fall harvest of apples, and the advent of my Christmas Cactus blooms, I am indeed dying with love.

Lori Whittemore is the founder and director of Abbey of Hope interfaith cooperation circle and of Clinical Pastoral Training Center of Southern Maine (CPTCSM), the training arm of the Abbey. Through CPTCSM she trains chaplains and pastoral care givers with today’s varied religious and spiritual landscape in mind. Rev. Whittemore approaches interfaith ministry from her Christian background and training as well as her interfaith education at Chaplaincy Institute of Maine.